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Just Another Headache - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time, somewhere in a Nigerian village there lived a boy named Obi. He was a good boy who was kind to everyone. He was the kind of kid school teachers and Sunday school teachers tell other kids to be more like.
   One day Obi had a very very slight headache. Obi decided to ignore it because he was very tired because of all the work he did in the family farm in the afternoon. He was going to sleep. Certainly the very very slight headache he had would be gone by the time he wakes up.
   Hours later when Obi woke up, the very very slight headache had become a slight headache. It wasn’t very very slight anymore . Obi wondered why it didn’t go and why it got a little bit stronger instead. Obi waved it off, after all it was just an insignificant headache - It was bound to go away later. Obi then went about his usual shores and went about his day as he always does.
   The next morning Obi woke up to find that the headache had worsened a little bit more. Obi now began to be bothered about it and decided to take it a little bit more serious. Medical supplies were an expensive commodity to his family and in his village it was quite rare. Obi wanted to tell his Mum and Dad about the headache but he decided to wait a little bit just to see if it would slowly go away. Hours later the headache had only become worse and now there was a heaving pounding in his brain.
   Obi told his parents about the headache and they could clearly see from the way he grimaced every few seconds that it wasn’t a joke.
   Obi’s parents spent a good amount of their earnings for the week on buying the headache curing medicine for Obi. The pain in his head subsided but after a while it returned but this time it was stronger than it has ever been. Obi decided to sleep it off. He was mad that he got his parents to spend all that money on medicine and yet it still didn’t work while some good long sleep would be most likely to take it away.
   Obi had a lot of trouble trying to get to sleep. He tried counting sheep but it wasn’t helping. Obi continued counting sheep; certainly sooner or later he’s bound to fall asleep.
   Hours later as Obi lay on his bed he found out that he couldn’t move much. He was almost paralyzed. He was still 100% conscious but there was a heavy drumming in his brain, he felt very very sick and felt pain all around his body.
   Obi called for help but it was then he realized that his voice was like that of a really sick person too. His voice was too low for anyone in the house to hear him call for help. Obi tried and tried to call for help but nobody could hear him.
   Obi began to cry. It was then he remembered God.
   Obi begged God to heal him.
   God then told Obi that he should have remembered him first. That right from the time he had the very very slight headache, that he should have attacked it but commanding it to go using the name of Jesus but rather he tolerated it and let it grow into something more and it kept growing and growing and now this. God told Obi that when you give Satan a chance to put his foot in the door, he wouldn’t only put his foot in the door but he would also let himself in. Obi let Satan hurt him with a very very slight headache and instead of calling on God right away he took matters into his own hands. When we are in trouble we should think of God first before we go to anything or anyone else for help. It’s better that when we have something wrong with our bodies we bring the matter to God first before thinking of medicine and medical doctors, rather than going to medicine and medical doctors first and if we find out they can’t help us; coming to God last. A wise man puts God first in everything.
   Obi listened and got the lesson from what God told him.
   God then healed Obi from his condition and also told him that he (Obi) shouldn’t beg Him (God) to heal him (Obi) that the correct thing for Obi to do is to command the sickness to get out of his body in the name of Jesus. Because the name of Jesus is higher than any other name and all Christians have been given the authority to use that name.
   So from then on any time Obi felt the slightest sign of sickness in his body he commanded it to go in the name of Jesus. Thus, Obi lived a very healthy and happy life from then on. Glory be to Jesus.


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